A living man struggled in the flames, letting out a terrible scream like a ghost.

And the initiator is laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, die, give me death!"

There was a crazy smile on that twisted and hideous face, like a mad patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Seeing this tragic scene, the two brothers, Hong Bafu and Lan Bafu, were stunned, their eyes widened, and they couldn't tell for a moment whether this was hell or the world.

"What are you doing?"

Hong Bafu roared, the anger in his heart overwhelmed the shock, and he hurriedly rushed forward, trying to save the woman.

As a pharmacist, it is his job to save lives.

But the crazy mercenary didn't reply at all, he looked like a tyrant who was stumbling, his eyes were crawling with scarlet bloodshots, and he aimed his flamethrower at the running Hongpafu.

"Little fat man, try grandpa's barbecue!" He laughed wildly, his mouth full of blackened teeth, fresh flesh between his teeth.

With a "boom", the flames erupted, and the raging tongue of fire rushed straight to Hong Bafu with a deadly high temperature.

Hong Bafu's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "You damn guy!" ”

His fat body was so agile that he dodged the flames by leaping to the side.

At the same time, he held a few turbid potions in his left and right hands, and his body rotated rapidly, like a spinning top, throwing out the potions in his hands continuously.

"Whoa—whoa—whoa—"

Several potions pulled a faint afterimage in the firelight.

The mercenary couldn't dodge, and was hit one after another, and took several steps back.

The glass test tube containing the potion shattered, and the turbid solution inside spilled all over him.

He laughed a few times and wiped the solution on his body casually: "Hahaha, little fat man, you have this ability, come over and let grandpa serve you well...... Ahem......"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable breathing.

"Ahem......"

"Ahem......"

He clutched his neck, his face flushed, his eyes widened, and he slammed to the ground.

The respiratory tract seemed to be scorched by fire, and the breath in and out became extremely hot.

Every breath made him miserable.

And the pain was getting stronger and stronger, spreading to his lungs little by little, and he looked so uncomfortable that he couldn't laugh anymore.

"You fat man, what medicine did you give me...... Ahem......"

His body slowly advanced, and finally he lay on the ground in a rickety position, and his entire lungs seemed to be burned out.

The sound of exhaling and inhaling is reminiscent of a tattered old bellows.

"Ho...... Ho ......"

This kind of pain is even more unbearable than a thousand cuts.

Although Hong Bafu is only good at making healing potions, he is also a third-level pharmacist, and he can make poisons no matter what.

It's a troubled time, and many thugs kill people when they see them, so you have to be careful, he always carries some poison.

He ignored the anguished mercenary and walked over to the burning woman.

Time had been delayed for so long that the woman had stopped struggling.

Although there is still a faint breath of life, there is no way to save it.

"I'm sorry."

With a light sigh, Hongpafu took out a delicate silver pistol from his waist and ended the woman's life with one shot.

Su Xia and Lan Bafu stepped forward and were silent.

The crackling sound of the fire echoed in my ears, and the wails and screams of the town continued unabated, and cries for mercy could be faintly heard.

At this moment, more than a dozen old motorcycles roared out of the town, surrounding the trio.

The man at first looked fierce, his face was full of scars, and one eye was grayish-white, as if he was blind.

He glanced at the mercenary lying on the ground half-dead, and then at the three people who were surrounded, turned over and left the motorcycle suddenly, and asked fiercely, "Who beat me?" ”

"Me."

Hong Bafu was very responsible, and walked out directly, with no fear on his face.

The man sneered: "Fatty, who gave you the courage?" ”

"Who gave you the courage?" Hong Bafu asked, "This is the jurisdiction of Coral City, how dare you wandering mercenaries come in?" ”

"You're from the city? Pharmacist? The man had a playful look on his face, "Do you think the lord of the city will take care of this?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"What do you see what this is?"

He pulled out a document from the bag he was strapped to his motorcycle and threw it to Hongpafu.

Hong Bafu took the document and took a quick look, and his face suddenly showed an incredible expression.

Su Xia and Lan Bafu stepped forward to take a look, and the two of them were quickly shocked by the contents of this document.

This......

It turned out to be a plunder permit!

It is clearly written on it, allowing this mercenary organization named "Blood Red Mercenary" to properly raid the surrounding "problematic villages and towns", and there is the personal signature of the human lord of Coral City at the end.

Su Xia's education from childhood to adulthood made him seem out of place in this broken mechanical world.

Terran traitors, bloody experiments, and refugee trafficking are not to mention the things in the memory of the original owner, Su Xia has gradually accepted it.

But this "plunder permit" really broke through his cognitive offline.

The lord of Coral City actually issued this kind of permit to those vicious wandering mercenary organizations, allowing them to rob in various small villages and towns legally!

What kind of garbage is this?

How can ordinary people still live?

The city lord generously signed his name, indicating that he was not worried about being known by ordinary people at all, and he couldn't act.

This does nothing to help the rule, and only keeps the inhabitants of these small villages and towns living in fear for a long time.

However, the wandering mercenary organization in the wilderness will gradually grow and become fatter and fatter.

"Pay attention to this permit, look carefully, the target of the plunder cannot be chosen randomly, it must be a problematic village or town." The man sneered, "This town is full of people from the rebel group, and I'm just helping the city lord clean up part of it, and take a little reward by the way." ”

"How dare you assume that they are all members of the Resistance?" Hongbafu asked with anger in his endure.

"Fatty, my word is the truth."

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and flicked the ash away.

Then, he took back the permit and said lightly: "Since it is a pharmacist from the city, I will keep your life, otherwise it will be difficult for the city lord to explain, leave this box of potions in your hands, and then you can get out." ”

With that, he pulled out a shotgun from his motorcycle and aimed the cold muzzle at the wailing subordinate covered in poison.

After a thud, a bloody hole erupted in the man's brain, and he fell to the ground on his stomach.

He put away his shotgun, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of gunsmoke and blood, looking at it.

Then, he opened his eyes and looked at the three of them coldly.

"What, don't you get out yet?"